I Believed Him...

Here I am, again, sitting in my room with tears in my eyes crying over someone I never had in the first place. This time around, I was the idiot. I was an idiot for beliving him... For a while I thought he'd changed and was willing to make things work. I NEVER, not once, thought it would come to this. The calls, the texts, the pictures... I can never really say he was mine since she had his heart all along. She was the one he had in mind while hanging with me. Her name was the name that kept coming up when he had to explain why he was smiling... It was her face he dreamt of... not mine.

And it angers me, beyond boiling point that he'd do such a thing to ME! I did nothing wrong! All I did was care, and be there for him when [I thought] he needed me... At this point I can't deal with the idea that he used me... took a bit of my heart from me and crushed it... All this happened because I believed him... He'd tell me I'm beautiful, and I believed him. He'd tell me I was the one, and I believed him. He said there was no one else he could picture himself with, and yes, I believed him.

So now, where did all that end? Here. In my room, at my desk filled with MY tears... This all happened because I believed him...